Chapter 52: Knotted by my corporate rival -7

It hit in the early evening without warning.

One moment Kael was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on one of Silas’s shirts. The next moment a deep, brutal cramp tore through his lower belly and doubled him over. Heat flooded his system so fast it stole his breath. Slick poured out of him in a sudden rush, soaking through the soft sleep pants he had borrowed and dripping down his thighs.

"Silas..."

Silas was already moving. He caught Kael before he could slide to the floor and eased him back onto the mattress. Kael’s skin burned. His cock was hard and leaking within seconds. His hole clenched around nothing in desperate, empty pulses.

"It’s your heat," Silas said, voice low and steady even as his eyes darkened. "Full drop. Your body’s finally free of the suppressants and it’s coming for everything it was denied."

Kael curled in on himself as another wave rolled through. More slick spilled out of him. The scent of his own heat rose thick and sweet in the air, impossible to miss. "It hurts. Fuck, it hurts."

"I know." Silas stripped the wet pants off him in one pull, then yanked his own clothes away. He stretched out over Kael, skin to skin, and the contact made Kael moan in relief. "I’ve got you. Breathe. Let me take the edge off."

Kael’s hands grabbed at Silas’s shoulders. "Need you in me. Now. Please."

Silas didn’t tease. He pushed Kael’s thighs wide, lined up, and sank into him in one long thrust. Kael cried out at the stretch. The thick cock filled the empty ache perfectly, and the worst of the cramping eased under the pressure of being claimed.

Silas started moving immediately, deep and steady. "That’s it. Take it. Your body’s been waiting years for a real heat with an Alpha who knows what you need."

Kael’s legs wrapped tight around Silas’s waist. He was already close, the heat driving him hard and fast. "Harder. Don’t hold back. I need to feel you."

Silas gave him harder. The wet slap of skin filled the room. Slick made every thrust filthy and easy. Kael’s cock rubbed between their stomachs with every movement, leaking steadily.

"You’re so fucking wet," Silas growled against his neck. "Dripping down my balls. This is what you were meant for. Open and needy and taking me like you were built for it."

Kael’s nails dug into Silas’s back. "I can’t think. All I can feel is you and the heat. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m not stopping." Silas hooked one of Kael’s legs higher and drove deeper. "You’re going to come on my cock as many times as this heat demands. Then I’m going to fill you until it calms enough for you to breathe. Understand?"

"Yes. Fuck. Yes."

The first orgasm slammed into Kael without warning. His hole clamped down hard around Silas’s cock while his own cock spilled between them. The climax barely took the edge off. The heat roared higher instead of fading.

Silas kept thrusting through it, relentless. "Again. Give me another."

Kael shook his head even as his hips lifted to meet every stroke. "Too much..."

"You can take it." Silas’s mouth found the scent gland on Kael’s neck and bit down, not hard enough to claim fully but enough to send another shock of pleasure through him. "Your body wants this. Stop fighting the waves and ride them."

Kael came a second time with a broken moan, longer and harder than the first. Slick and come made a mess between them. Silas’s rhythm never faltered.

"One more," Silas ordered. "Then I’ll fill you."

Kael’s voice was wrecked. "I need it. Need you to come in me. Please, Silas."

Silas’s control finally cracked. He fucked Kael through a third orgasm that left him shaking and oversensitive, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan. Hot pulses flooded Kael’s hole. The heat inside him seemed to purr at the feeling of being marked from the inside.

They stayed locked together, both breathing hard. Kael’s body still trembled with aftershocks. The heat had eased from violent to a deep, constant burn, but it was nowhere near over.

Silas stroked damp hair back from Kael’s forehead. "This is only the start. Heats last days when they’ve been suppressed this long. I’m not leaving this bed until it breaks. You’re going to stay full of me whenever the next wave hits."

Kael’s hole clenched around the cock still inside him, already greedy for more. "It’s stronger than I thought it would be."

"I know." Silas kissed him slow and deep. "But you’re not alone in it. I’ve got you. Every wave. Every time you need to be filled. You don’t have to white-knuckle this by yourself anymore."

Another smaller cramp rolled through Kael’s belly. Fresh slick spilled out around Silas’s cock. Kael’s hips shifted restlessly.

Silas’s voice dropped, rough with renewed hunger. "Already? Then open wider. I’m going to take you again before the next full wave hits. I want you soft and used and dripping with me when it does."

Kael spread his legs further without being asked and pulled Silas down into another kiss.

The heat had dropped hard and sudden.

And for the first time in his life, Kael did not have to face it alone.

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The second full wave hit harder than the first.

Kael woke from a short, restless doze already moaning, body arched off the bed, slick pouring out of him in thick pulses. His cock was rigid against his stomach. The empty ache inside him felt unbearable.

"Silas..."

Silas was there instantly, hands on Kael’s hips, voice rough from his own interrupted sleep. "I’m here. I’ve got you."

Kael grabbed at him with shaking hands. "Need you. Please. It hurts again. I can’t—"

"I know." Silas settled between his thighs and pushed in without preamble. Kael’s body took him greedily, hole soft and open and desperate for the stretch. The moment Silas bottomed out, Kael’s head fell back on a broken sound of relief.

Silas started thrusting deep and steady. "Breathe through it. You’re doing so well for me."

Kael’s legs locked around him. The heat had burned away every last scrap of resistance. There was no more pride left, no more cold distance. Only need.

"Harder," Kael begged. "Please, harder. I need to feel you everywhere."

Silas gave him harder. The bed frame creaked under the force of it. Wet sounds filled the room with every thrust. Kael’s cock leaked steadily between them.

"Look at me," Silas ordered.

Kael forced his eyes open. Silas’s gaze was dark and intense, locked on his face like nothing else in the world mattered.

"This isn’t a contract anymore," Silas said, voice low and rough between thrusts. "You understand that? You’re not here because of papers. You’re here because you want me inside you. Because your heat chose me. Because I chose you years ago."

Kael’s hands framed Silas’s face. "I know. Fuck, I know. I’m not fighting it. I want this. I want you. Not the merger. Not the deal. You."

Silas’s rhythm faltered for a second, then drove deeper. "Say it again."

"I want you," Kael gasped. "As my Alpha. For real. Not because I had to sign anything. Because my body knows yours and I’m done pretending it doesn’t."

Silas growled and fucked him harder. "Then surrender properly. Give me your throat. Let me claim what’s already mine."

Kael tilted his head without hesitation, baring the scent gland on the side of his neck. The submission felt natural now, inevitable. "Do it. Please. Make it real."

Silas’s mouth closed over the gland. He bit down hard enough to break skin at the same moment he buried his cock to the hilt and came. The dual shock of the claiming bite and the hot flood inside him tipped Kael over the edge. He came with a cry, hole clamping down in rhythmic pulses, cock spilling between their bodies while the bond snapped into place like a live wire.

The connection hit them both at once. Kael felt Silas’s satisfaction and fierce protectiveness flood through the new link. Silas felt Kael’s surrender and the deep, bone-level rightness of finally being filled and claimed.

They stayed locked together, trembling. Silas licked gently over the fresh bite mark, sealing it. Kael’s hands stroked slowly up and down his back.

"It’s done," Silas murmured against his neck. "No more contract. No more rivals. You’re my mate. I’m yours."

Kael’s voice was quiet and wrecked and certain. "Yours. And you’re mine. Don’t you dare forget that part."

Silas lifted his head and kissed him, deep and claiming. "Never."

The heat was still burning, already building toward the next wave, but the desperate edge had changed. It was no longer something Kael had to survive alone. It was something they were moving through together.

Silas rolled his hips in a slow, lazy thrust, still hard inside him. "Another wave is coming. I can feel it through the bond. You ready for me again?"

Kael clenched around him deliberately, pulling a low sound from Silas’s throat. "Yes. Stay in me. Don’t pull out between waves if you don’t have to. I want to stay full of you until this heat breaks."

Silas’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger. "Greedy Omega."

"Your greedy Omega," Kael corrected.

Silas smiled against his mouth and started moving again, slower this time, savoring every roll of Kael’s body under him. "That’s right. Mine. And I’m going to take care of every filthy, perfect need you have until you remember what it feels like to come without shame."

Kael’s arms wrapped tighter around him. The barriers were gone. The contract had burned away under the force of the heat and the bite and the truth they had both finally spoken.

They were mates now.

And the heat had only just begun to demand everything they could give each other.